Evelyn thrust her trusty fire iron through roleplayerguild's fragile neck, twisting the weapon and cackling sadistically as the poor and useless thing writhed on the ground and emitted a horrible death rattle.
"Perhaps that'll teach you for having such piss-poor coding, roleplayerguild." she taunted, before stomping on its head and grinning as her nemesis' skull exploded and fragments of grey matter and blood splattered against the wall. 

(also there aren't enough people left to apologise to wolverballs)